Sunday, September 1, 2013

Out of the Wasteland.

 See the scarlet on their tongues?

 The dancer sways oiled and inked, no doubt  her sparks
will displace their feathery attempts to capture her golden soul.

These others have an unfillable hole, a wanting so
wet, their need shamelessly sprays into the crowd,
 
A crowd tied to another voyage, closed to these interloppers.
They rise as one shooting off words: crazed couriers without mercy.

The others wander off, growing more feeble with each broken step.
 
The dancer recalls drinking Lethe. Surviving to dance her.
 
 
 
 
Mishla
 
 
III

 



 


11 comments:

  1. A great collection of words this week!

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  2. I actually just discovered 'Lethe' the other day when investigating something for another piece for another prompt. Cool word!

    Thanks for visiting my short verse site. I don't post my Sunday Whirl pieces there. I used to post them here, but blogger didn't like me adding too much to one page or post. But you can get to the latest story verses by the Mr. LINKY at the Whirl.

    Still the same me though, Jules (JulesPaige)

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  3. A lovely lilting piece, Mishla.

    Pamela

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  4. TY, Jules for reading this poem. I couldn't see Mr. Linky this Sunday - I will try again.

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  5. A lovely poem and nicely titled too

    Much love...

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  6. Curiously sensuous as it is read. I quite enjoyed this piece.

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  7. Hi Old Egg, Ty for the curiously sensuous. :]

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  8. I think we can read this as a metaphor for life...nice use of the words, Mishla.

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  9. Victoria, yes and Ty for your insight.

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Love to read your positve-heartfelt thoughts.